— You're an intelligent man... but not half of what you think.
— Even so, I'm smarter than you.
The more people you love the weaker you are.
People will whisper, they'll make their jokes. Let them. They're all so small, I can't even see them. I only see what matters.
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
— Do you think I'm an idiot?
— No, I'd say you possess above-average intelligence.
Too often, the wicked are the wealthiest, beyond the reach of justice.
— Put the pen down, dear. We both know you're not writing anything.
— Ah, yes. The famously tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.
— And the famous tart, Queen Cersei.
— When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike even our father couldn't tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.
— You were Robert's queen.
— And you will be Joffrey's. Enjoy.